04 // action // tulips! tulips on the side of my face!

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[The scene is J's room, mercifully dark. On the bed is Alex, passed out, and next to it is a small plastic bin, which has a clinging sour smell and a small puddle in the bottom from being rinsed out. On the dresser is Masky, perched in his accustomed place; not long has passed since he arrived.

It's still Wednesday, this narration swears.

Without warning, at some ancient subliminal dudewakeupyou'reabouttopuke alarm bell, Alex cracks open his eyes, lurches sideways so his head's over the bin and throws up.]